Synopsis
Lyrical and full of mirth, this filmmaker wonders out loud in her first film: “How do I make myself at home in a landscape made foreign to me?”
A word from Tënk
Wilkinson’s spirited confessional considers the twinned conditions of finding one’s feet and losing one’s ground. Her stunning black-and-white imagery stitches together a work of self-portraiture in the lush vastness of Film Farm, outside of Mount Forest, Ontario. Unmissable are Wilkinson’s inventive point-of-view captures of wiggling toes, feet planted on wet grass, when not rustling dry hay. Textured and vivid sightings—of tree barks, twigs, lush plains, cascading waters, and the beaming artist herself with hair adorned by daffodils—interrogate the fraught relationship between Black girlhood and Canadian nationhood. Gleefully, in exhalation, Wilkinson’s spirited compositions fashion freer, utopic, states of belonging.
Aaditya Aggarwal
Programs & Collections Coordinator, CFMDC